Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.